periodic table of the inventor: the glitch is order. play of perturbation and idyllic. Life is perturbed, discovery is making order of chaos. But reality is in constant entropy so chords of cosmic planets ring in music solely when they coincide. wine stain. fall apart and rebuild constantly. only if you release all the perturbation through materials of idyllic surface can one discover. study perturbated state so one can understand the non-perturbed version. syntropy.

As long as eternal creation remains in the hearts of the perturbed, the sounds cherub that quires the earth shall have a sober emergence when ethereal conturbed to sphere, skeleton and geometry learnt degredation, one cannot presume irredeemed who breathes in contrasts, order and chaos were placed as bearers of the world. I say gods shall bless disruption for allowing us to secrete the useful

Mottet 1

eat me consume me take hold of me

till i be only skeleton eroded into sharp stains of glass

patterns galactic into steps of incandescent shores

the patterns of the surface reveal iridescence of a dark nebula

one can hold it spherically or under the roof of a temple

space is built layered by glitches  when grasped, hell

leave me, if it is so easy for a man to sink into blood

i cannot caress a song behind whispers of what i ought not to know

a woman in my hands have cried hiding how can i mold thee ceramics

a square slain into pieces , one oblivious, one drop, one circular

oblique till oblivion, i fear the makings of the world

but mothers held secrets bonded in blood i was born

teach me, not to be afraid of discovery

to hold it for the world, to make bridges of what ought to be sown

shapes in descent towards designs of reversable craft

Mottet 2

The lull of a heart

Renders the touch electric to sound

Its muscle emulated in reciprocity

You synchronize the beats unquavered

In the blink, here come the unperceiving

Unrepeteable chronicity of the sullen

The affect microchord cries in its entropic rebound

Through the plunge, in the sonic plea of a timbre, leak

the secrets of the globe

Constance in your rhythmic sillogy

Synthonizes you with this cherub timeline

Eternal the slow and subtle

The lull of a heart

Is meek and tumbles

As the song grants the fallible scale